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I, Christ

I came for the black sheep
Those free to roam wild
For the outlaws and homeless
- denied and defiled
The sellers of flesh,
and the buyers of time
The drunk and the wretched
I claim them as mine.

A voice for the silenced
The starving of soul,
For those who have nothing
But worth more than gold.
Pride is a camel
And heaven the eye
I walk in the valley
Of ego and fire

The Christ is within you
Not temple or church
You can't find salvation
If you don't toil your earth
Cast stones from your path
Keep lucid minds clear
Save yourself from your self
And, best conquer those fears.

I am my own saviour,
 they've prayed to return,
The milk of my kindness
is wisdom once churned

I came here to save
- the one, as before
Despised and berated,
 they call me a whore
But I was beside him when all 12 men left
As you hung like a painting
and bled on my breast.
Sky_dancer
Written by Sky_dancer (The Cosmic Dragon)
Published
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